A.N: An Ocarina of Time fanfiction set after the seven year period (post-game). Characters that are featured are Nabooru and Zelda.
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Seven years of darkness;
seven years of death.
There's nothing but stillness;
And nothing could be said in one, easy breath.
"Why has the Shadow Tribe come here? The last remaining survivor, too," Nabooru wondered, keeping hold of her spear while her amber orbs watched the blonde-haired person in front of herself, "a voe, too."
Nobody answered Nabooru, not even the standing Sheikah. A long blonde fringe covered their forehead, covering one eye while the other was left visible. Red eyes they were; a colour that represented mystery, war, and courage. When the Sheikah pulled down the mask that concealed their nose and mouth, Nabooru's eyes widened in surprise. The image gave her flashbacks.
"You're...? I remember you," voiced Nabooru while her golden-painted lips curled into a smirk, "I definitely remember you, my love. You were my childhood sweetheart, but now that I've seen you again, it's no longer childhood. More than that now."
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Lips danced and a kiss was performed,
and fortunately,
this wasn't something to be warned.
"Princess..." Nabooru whispered, "I didn't think I'd see you again. Your last visit to Gerudo Desert was seven years ago. Believe me, I've been counting the days. Your presence has always been welcome."
Sheik merely nodded, not yet uttering a word.
Slipping two fingers into her moist canal, Nabooru observed those crimson orbs that watched her keenly. Leaning inward, the Gerudo woman caught those lips into a tender kiss, albeit quick it was, it was still enough to share one another's saliva. The long ponytail that tailed down her back swayed gently when she moved closer to the woman beneath her. Amber hues continued to observe the other, observing that long blonde braid that laid across the white sheet of the bedroll.
Nabooru snickered, "Sheik, I wonder how this feels for you. Being a Sheikah outside this world, and knowing that male-diguised people aren't allowed in our vai land...and yet, you're the Hylian Princess underneath this disguise."
"I'll be fine," she gasped at the incoming fingers that pounded her womanhood, as she kept her legs spread open. Nabooru rested a hand onto Sheik's inner thigh, and this caused the blonde to laugh. "Don't worry about me, Nabooru. I can handle it."
"I find that sexy about you!"
After that one tender kiss that was planted on Sheik's lips before, Nabooru placed a peck onto Sheik's soft cheek, and then one onto her collarbone. Yellow painted lips concentrated on the collarbone. Amber orbs flicked their gaze upwards again, eyeing those crimson hues that just stared back at her. Their contrasts complimented each other; Nabooru's dark skin over Sheik's paler form.
"And you smell rich of journey, Shadow Warrior."
From the collarbone, Nabooru kept up with her kisses, moved down to Sheik's abdomen, and then pecked her inner thigh. Both fingers pulled out of Sheik's canal, and soon enough, they were replaced with Nabooru's tongue. Wet, eager tongue. Sheik's legs rose, coiling around Nabooru's collar. Reaching up with a lone hand, Sheik pulled off the bandages from her long blonde hair.
Skin felt warm; the blood rushed through the body due to the pleasure that was to come.
Amber orbs were concealed by closed eyelids as her hot breath glazed Sheik's womanhood. Tongue trailed along Sheik's velvety folds like a snake slthering through scorching desert sand; it tasted salty, albeit sweet, and it was a nice taste. Hands held onto Sheik's thighs, as golden-painted fingernails pressed firmly into ashen skin; bronze fingers pressed against white flesh.
